There hides a place up to the North
Part of paradise and hell
Where eagles soar, and cattle roam
By the glade and through the dell
A place where dreams and nightmares meet
On that you can be sure
So be careful if you find yourself
Alone on Rannoch moor

So eerie, yet so beautiful
It will fill your heart with glee
The great glen it will beckon you
As it rolls down to the sea
The rowan tree so regal
As she stands with much demure
Swaying gently in the breeze
On the hill in Rannoch moor

Come still of night, as darkness falls
All around the countryside
The banshee wails her song of woe
To all, both far and wide
The wind will chill you to the bone
With the air so fresh and pure
So haunting and so desolate
This place called Rannoch moor

So listen now, and listen well
To this tale I tell to you
Do not forget to heed my words
As, every line is true
This place will draw you onward
With its powerful allure
And soon you will be heading North
On your way to Rannoch moor